My house burned down in a flash of thunder.My wife ran off with a one-legged plumber.My crops fell dead when the riverbed went dry.My dog got squashed by a pickup truck.My son ran away and got hooked on drugs.My daughter's knocked up by the class of '85.People say that life is good;It don't seem good to me.I'm lost without a paddle,And I'm headed up shit creek.People say that life is fun,But I don't know why.As far as I can tell,LIFE SUCKS then you die.The government dumps its toxic wasteRight on top of my mother's grave.A team of experts say it won't do her no harm.But my sheep went crazy and killed my mule.I cut off my dick with a power toolFixin' the hole where the meteor hit the barn.(And it hurt, too!)[People say life is fair, But I can't take no more.]People say that life is good,But I just piss and moan.I got one foot on a bananapeel,The other in the Twilight Zone.People say that life is fun,But I don't know why.As far as I can tell,LIFE SUCKS then you die.I went to the store to buy some shells.My gun went off and blew the owner to hell.Now I'm sittin' here in jail, singin' this song.And one guy wants to cut me with a knife.Another guy wants me to be his wife.Hey, I wish they'd hang me before somethin' really goes wrong!People say that life is good,Give thanks for what you have.When all you have is nothin',Nothin' makes you glad.People say that life is fun,But I don't know why.As far as I can tell,LIFE SUCKS, then you die.I said, people say that life is fun,But I don't know why.As far as I can tell,LIFE SUCKS,LIFE SUCKS,LIFE SUCKS, then you die.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gejSEOnaYek

Today, I learned that Norwegian Wood (the name of the song) refers to cheap
pine used popularly as panelling in homes back in the 60s. And the last line,
'So I lit a fire, isn't it good, Norwegian Wood' refers to literally burning
her home down. I thought it suggested he had a cigarette.

The dangerous kitchen If it ain't one thing it's another In the middle of the night when you get home The bread things are all dry 'n' scratchy The meat things where the cats ate through the paper The can things with the sharp little edges That can cut your fingers when you're not looking The soft little things on teh floor that you step on They can all be dangerous Sometimes The milk can hurt you (If you pour it on your cereal Before smelling the plastic container) And the stuff in the strainer Has a mind of its own So be very careful In the dangerous kitchen When the night time has fallen, And the roaches are crawlin' In the kitchen of danger You can feel like a stranger The bananas are black They've got flies in the back And also the chicken In the dish with the foil Where the cream is all clabbered And the salad is frightfulYour return in the evening Can be less than delightful You must walk very careful You must not lean against it It can get on your clothing It can follow you in As you walk to the bedroom and you take all your clothes off While you're sleeping it crawls off It gets in your bed It could get on your face then It could eat your complexion You could die from the danger Of the dangerous kitchen Who the fuck wants to clean it? It's disgusting and dirty The sponge in the drainer Is stinky and squirty If you squeeze it when you wipe up What you get on your hands then Could unbalance your glands and Make you blind or whatever In the dangerous kitchen At my house tonight

Ich have house and land in Kent, And if you'll love me, love me now; Two-pence half-penny is my rent, - Ich cannot come every day to woo. Two-pence half-penny is his rent, And he cannot come every day to woo. Ich am my vather's eldest zonne, My mouther eke doth love me well! For Ich can bravely clout my shoone, And Ich full-well can ring a bell. For he can bravely clout his shoone, And he full well can ring a bell. My vather he gave me a hogge, My mouther she gave me a zow; Ich have a god-vather dwells there by, And he on me bestowed a plow. He has a god-vather dwells there by, And he on him bestowed a plow. One time Iche gave thee a paper of pins, Anoder time a taudry lace; And if thou wilt not grant me love, In truth Ich die bevore thy vace. And if thou wilt not grant his love, In truth he'll die bevore thy vace. Ich havebeen twice our Whitson Lord, Ich have had ladies many vare; And eke thou hast my heart in hold, And in my minde zeemes passing rare. And eke thou hast his heart in hold, And in his minde zeemes passing rare. Ich will put on my best white sloppe, And Ich will weare my yellow hose; And on my head a good gray hat, And in't Ich sticke a lovely rose. And on his head a good grey hat, And in't he'll sticke a lovely rose. Wherefore cease off, make no delay, And if you'll love me, lov eme now; Or els Ich zeeke zome oder where, - For Ich cannot come every day to woo. Or else he'll zeeke zome oder where, For he cannot come every day to woo. - Wooing Song of a Yeoman of Kent's Sonne

Beautiful City

I have sought to discover a haven of rest Where the sun sinks by night in the land of the WestI have dwelt with the red man in green forest bowers O'er the wild rolling prairie bespangled with flowersI have hived to the north, where the hardy pine grows 'Mid the wolf and the bear, and the bleak winter snowsI have roamed through all climates, but none could I seeLike the green hills of Cork and my home by the Lee

Chorus

Beautiful city, charming and pretty Beautiful city, my home by the Lee

I have slumbered in palm groves by clear running streamsAnd the wild groves of Blarney come haunting my dreamsI have listened to bells on the soft summer wind But the sweet bells of Shandon were dear to my mindI have mixed in gay dances my sorrows to hide But there's none like the maiden that's now by my side There is nought in the land of the slave or the freeLike the green hills of Cork and my home by the Lee

Chorus

The bold feudal castles look down on the Rhine That flows through the land of the olive and vine There is freedom and health in the fresh mountain breeze That careers round the home of the brave TyroleseThere is beauty and love in all spots of the earth To the heart that can call it the land of its birthBut of all the fair countries, the dearest to me Are the green hills of Cork and my home by the Lee

Chorus

It's one of the official songs of the Irish city of Cork, i live in Kent in England actually (Kent "The Garden of England" full of orchards and green fields) but i know no songs of Kent, my mum and dad ore both Irish however and Cork has many songs about even the smallest part of it. (just came back from holiday camping in Killarney actually :) )

http://www.corkcity.ie/corksongs/ here is where i got the lyrics, check out the reference to the neihbouring county 'Kerry' (the old enemy, on the football field anyway, this is Gaelic football whioch is far bigger than soccer etc in those counties. My familky straddles both sides of the border and you can see all the flags along the border crossings when the football (gaelic/Irish) championships (even the local club championships) are on :) ) They great singers over there.

Look around my rooms
And see the prizes I have showing
Working hard to build my life
And plan the way I'm going
House and car and pretty wife
They've all been won by knowing
All been won by knowing
All been won by knowing
Paperwork, white collared shirts
Where would we be without them
Man of class and quality
I never shout about them
Choose my friends for my own ends
You can't succeed without them
Can't succeed without them
Can't succeed without them
Middleman sees straight ahead
And never crosses borders
Never understood the artist
Or the lazy workers
The world needs steady men like me
To give and take the orders
Give and take the orders
Give and take the orders

You got the motherfucking right to remain violent!Hollow points hiding in my clipI'll take 25 just to watch your life endI pray father please forgive me 'fore I sinGot these sticks of dynamite and dying to light themGod don't fail me nowGet thrown and you gon' get carried outTo a hole where I know you won't be foundJust face it it's almost over now

Don't even try to take this weapon from meI like you more and more the lesser you breathe

Oh no here comes the riotDoes everything have to resort to violence?If you think you can hide, go and try itNow let's let the fucking gun break the silenceClose your eyelidsAnother shot and then here come the sirensI thought I told you to keep fucking quietSomebody's dying, so come say goodbye kids

Don't even try to take this weapon from meI like you more and more the lesser you breathe